The Collected Letters, Volume 10


TC TO THOMAS STORY SPEDDING ; 17 February 1838; DOI: 10.1215/lt-18380217-TC-TSS-01; CL 10: 32


Chelsea, 17th Feby, 1838—

My dear Sir,

I was very sorry that I chanced to be out yesterday when you did me the kindness to call. I go out generally about two o'clock, and am not sure of being discoverable till towards five again.1

Tomorrow night and Monday night and probably other nights, and certainly all mornings, I am at home. If your Brother and you were to arrive here about six, you would find us in the act of making tea, and agreeably enlivened at sight of you. I hope you do not yet for some time tend northward. Skiddaw, I read in our paper, is grim as Spitzbergen, and the Solway all tumbling with ice. One is better in Babylon, till the Sun vindicate his existence a little. Let me hope still to see you here, if you have nerve for such an expedition. As for me, if I ever cross the Cumberland Fell country again, I surely will not miss Bassenthwaite.

Believe me, / Yours with true good-will,

T. Carlyle.